ADDITIONAL HYMNS. Christ Incarnate. 1 When Thou, O Lord, in flesh wert drest, The Holy Babe in manger rude But oh! that wondrous midnight round Sweet anthem ! caught from hosts on high, Dwell thou our hearts within; Blest bridal of the earth and sky, Long separate through sin. Though all unmeet that gladsome hymn For harps by sin unstrung, That psalm, by white-robed seraphim Yet sometimes, when our spirit tires, Lord! make us hear seraphic choirs, If love wax cold, and strife increase, Joseph Anstice. 1836. 2 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning! Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid ! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid! Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining; Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall; Angels adore Him, in slumber reclining, Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion, Vainly we offer each ample oblation; Vainly with gifts would His favour secure : Richer by far is the heart's adoration; Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. Brightest and best of the sons of the morning! Dawn on our darkness and lend us Thine aid! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid! Bishop Reginald Heber. 1811. Christ Crucified. 3 "And was crucified for us under Pontius Pilate; He suffered, and was buried." Ride on ride on in majesty! Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry! Thine humble beast pursues his road, With palms and scattered garments strow'd. Ride on ride on in majesty ! In lowly pomp ride on to die! O Christ! Thy triumphs now begin O'er captive Death and conquer'd Sin. Ride on! ride on in majesty ! The winged squadrons of the sky Look down with sad and wondering eyes Ride on ! ride on in majesty ! Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh; Ride on ride on in majesty! In lowly pomp ride on to die! Bow Thy meek Head to mortal pain! Then take, O God! Thy power, and reign! Henry Hart Milman. 1827. |